Could she be a Little? She sometimes felt herself slip into a more childlike role. When she was alone and didn’t want to think about everything. Sometimes, she’d put a twirly dress on and sing or skip around that lonely house with Piggles. She’d suck her thumb if she was feeling unsure or scared.
“I just wanted you to know about us and our needs, so you could be fully informed.”
Fully informed? What did that mean? Before she could ask, the door opened and Aleki walked in, carrying a paper bag. Wolfe was behind him, carrying a bowl.
“Everything okay in here?” Aleki asked, his gaze zeroing in on her.
“She looks flushed. Does she have a temperature?” Wolfe set the bowl of soup down on the table next to her and placed his hand over her forehead. “Maybe we should get that idiot doctor back in here.”
“I’m fine. I don’t have a temperature.”
“She’s just flushed from being aroused,” Caleb announced as he climbed off the bed and took one of the burritos Aleki offered him. He sat on the chair closest to the bed.
She gaped at him. Shit. He did not just say that!
“And she’s a bit embarrassed.” He winked at her.
The big dipshit.
“Really?” Aleki drawled. He moved to the other side of her bed and sat in the chair, putting his feet up on the bed as he opened another burrito. “Do tell.”
“I was just explaining to our naughty girl that putting herself down wasn’t allowed. Hmm, Wolfe can you make a note that I owe her a spanking for that when she’s better.”
“Yep.” Wolfe drew a small notebook from his pocket.
She attempted to pinch herself. Without even looking at her, Wolfe’s hand shot out to grab her wrist. “No.”
“No?”
His gaze met hers. “No.”
Shoot.
“We also had a chat about age play,” Caleb added. “She knows we’re Daddy Doms.”
“Good,” Aleki said with satisfaction. “Now she knows what she’s getting into.”
Getting into? She wasn’t getting into anything.
“I need a napkin for you,” Wolfe muttered, lifting his gaze away from where he now stirred the soup. The kale soup.
Ick.
“Actually, a bib would work better. I’ll go find something.”
“Caleb needs a spoon too,” she called out.
Wolfe nodded and left.
“I’ll pay you a hundred dollars if you pour the soup out and give me one of those burritos,” she said seriously.
Aleki grinned at her. “Aww, but kale soup is so good for you.”
“I don’t notice you eating it.”
“Because I’m not sick,” Aleki said cheerfully. “And Wolfe is too busy fussing over you to care what I eat. This arrangement is going to work out well for me.”
Arrangement? What arrangement?
Before she could ask, Wolfe was back. And he had what looked to be a huge rubber bib in his hand.
“I don’t need that,” she squeaked as Wolfe set it over her chest.
“Yes, you do. In case you make a mess.”
“I’ve been feeding myself for years without making a mess.”
“But you’re not feeding yourself. I’m feeding you. Lean forward so I can do it up at the back.”
“No way,” she replied stubbornly.
Wolfe leaned down to stare at her. His gaze was firm. “Excuse me?”
A shiver ran over her. Excitement. A little concern.
“Sit forward, little girl. Before I have to get strict with you.”
“Shit,” Aleki whispered. “So he does have it in him.”
This felt odd coming from Wolfe. She expected indifference, dislike.
“And what will you do if I don’t?” she challenged.
“When you’re better, I’ll strip off your panties and lay you over my lap for ten smacks of my hand. Then when your ass is pink, I’ll put you in the corner of the room, your bottom pushed out and on display for me to study. When you’re feeling apologetic for disobeying me, I’ll have you come over, kneel between my legs, and suck me off. Then if I feel you’ve been a good girl in accepting your punishment, I’ll get you off with my face between your legs.”
Her mouth was open as she stared at him. “So, I guess I’ll sit forward then.”
“Interesting choice.” But he did up the bib and as she sat back, she wondered if she hadn’t made the wrong choice. She wondered if all that intensity and thoroughness with which he did everything else would cross over to giving punishment and pleasure.
Holy. Crap.
Wolfe reached over and pushed Aleki’s feet off her bed.
“Hey!” Aleki complained.
“Feet don’t belong on a bed,” Wolfe told him.
“Yeah? Then how do you sleep? With your feet over the edge?” Aleki asked.
Wolfe narrowed his gaze. “Shoes don’t belong on a bed.”
Aleki grumbled but kept his feet off the bed.
Wolfe sat on the bed facing her. He spooned up some soup and blew on it before checking the temperature. “Nearly too cold. Try it. I can reheat it.”
She opened her mouth and he fed her a spoonful. Okay, that was surprisingly good. She wasn’t sure how he was managing to make meals like this. But it was Wolfe. He was capable of just about anything.
“It’s fine. It’s good.”
“Here, give me a taste. I said I’d eat some if she did.” Caleb held out a hand for the bowl and Wolfe gave him one of the spoons. He ate some then nodded. “Not too bad.” He handed the bowl back to Wolfe.
She wasn’t sure if she should encourage Wolfe’s obsession with that list of doctor-approved food.
A girl couldn’t live on healthy food alone.
“Where did you get this bib?” she asked.
“The nurse had it. Apparently, they have had other patients who need help eating.”
Finally, she was full and she shook her head. Setting the spoon down, he walked into the bathroom and returned with a wet, warm washcloth which he used to wipe her face and hands.
Oh. That was quite nice. Feeling full and relaxed, she sat forward so he could undo the bib without a word of protest. Then her gaze met Caleb’s and she stiffened at the serious look on his face.
“Ready to tell us what’s going on?”
No. But she had to tell them. Some of it anyway.
13
“I don’t know where to start.”
“At the beginning,” Wolfe said, pulling over a chair.
Right. The beginning.
“All right, well, you all know my mom died when I was six?”
They all nodded.
“We’ve never been close, he mostly left me with nannies growing up. He didn’t seem to care much about what I did as long as I didn’t create any scandals or get arrested. But my second year of college, he started getting really weird. He wanted to know where I was. He became short-tempered. I asked him if he wanted me to move out at one stage and he got so mad I thought he was going to hit me. I never brought that up again. But after that night, I grew scared of him.”
She swallowed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Aleki asked.